Ouroboros

Ouroboros
Is the circle of death, the gift of life

Ouroboros
Is the burden of life, the freedom of death

If the moonlight starts to die, the sunlight fades away
Dark is all that is left until we start another day

The glowing stars at night, the cosmic maps that they display
Guides me to the inner demon inside my mind I portray

He burrows deep inside my bones as they decay
inside my mortal body I am no longer safe to stay

Ouroboros
Is the circle of death, the gift of life

Ouroboros
Is the burden of life, the freedom of death

The angels and demons chanting in chorus,

“Ouroboros

Ouroboros”

Everything is born, everything is taken from this life

Everything is brought into this world just for it to die

Ouroboros, like the phoenix is rebirth

Rising from the ashes right back into its hearse